Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
10cc,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Anakelly,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.